[ Spite is a good enough reason as any to be glad about the lack of guns present available between them, even if Nate is feeling a little less than capable of punching his way out of this one with his own two fists. Would he just get a hand stuck in one of those gooey bodies? And speaking of gooey bodies, he would really rather not get any of their anything-gooey on him.

Thankfully the winged woman is on board with his idea of getting the hell outta Dodge, and better yet — she's got magic. It's not his first time seeing it now, which means his reaction isn't to look at it funny, or to perceive it with any kind of expression aside from mild relief, maybe.

He doesn't understand the first thing about how magic works (actual magic and not sleight of hand; the latter he gets, the latter he might have had a short-lived phase with) but so far it's been on his side, so he'll take it.

He nods. As far as plans go, it's a sound one. ]

You too, huh? [ Said lightly. ] I met a guy who could use magic back at the library, maybe I'll uh — introduce you guys if we survive this. Could start a book club.

[ Oh, and making quips is also how he deals with stressful situations. Sorry for your life, Maleficent. ]